What an entertaining party
In the tall grass by the lake,
All the frogs have come together,
Drinking juice and eating cake.
La, la, tee-dee dee-dee dum,
Ribbit, ribbit, tee-dee dee-dee dum,
La, la, tee-dee dee-dee dum,
Ribbit, ribbit, tee-dee dee-dee dum
Mister Toad is good at drumming,
And his wife plays the trombone,
There’s a lovely little tadpole
Who prefers to dance alone.
La, la, tee-dee dee-dee dum,
Ribbit, ribbit, tee-dee dee-dee dum,
La, la, tee-dee dee-dee dum,
Ribbit, ribbit, tee-dee dee-dee dum
From the darkness of the rushbed
Comes a limping big old hound.
All the froggies at the party
Scatter, hopping all around.
La, la, tee-dee dee-dee dum,
Ribbit, ribbit, tee-dee dee-dee dum,
La, la, tee-dee dee-dee dum,
Ribbit, ribbit, tee-dee dee-dee dum.